These heroes are a little bit sweet and a whole lot of sexy

These heroes are a little bit sweet and a whole lot of sexy

A lot of romance authors live in their heads. We kinda have to. Otherwise, there’d be no logical explanation for all the voices we hear. Robin Covington, author of His Southern Temptation (and HEA contributor), and Tracy March, author of The Practice Proposal, are letting those voices out to entertain you. Here, the heroes from their books discuss the things that make life sweet … and sexy …

Robin/Tracy: When you think about men between the covers — book covers, that is! — you dream of sweet, kinda spicy and definitely supersexy! Authors Robin Covington and Tracy March have blackmailed their sweet and spicy heroes into a revealing interview that might’ve made these big boys blush.

Like spicy? Meet Lucky Landon, ex-Black Ops assassin from His Southern Temptation. Like sweet? Meet Cole Collins, All-Star first baseman for the Washington Nationals from The Practice Proposal. Like supersexy? Read on.

Lucky: Hey, man. Thanks for inviting me out to Nationals Park for this interview. This is so cool.

Cole: Sure thing. My schedule is insane now that the season has started. I figured we could chill in the President’s Club while we knock out this crazy interview. I’ll envy your cold one while I drink my Gatorade.

Lucky: (Toasts Cole.) The view of the diamond is amazing from here.

Cole: Like watching from heaven, only closer. Just wait till the game starts later. You’ll feel like you’re in the middle of it.

Lucky: Well, we better get to these questions so you can get to batting practice. Everyone will look for you to crush a homer outta here so you need to get loose. (Pulls a folded and tattered piece of paper from his pocket and smoothes out the wrinkles.) Tracy and Robin said we’d better answer every one of these questions or they’d take revenge in their next books.

Cole: Tracy mentioned something about a losing streak …

Lucky: Robin said it would involve my wearing women’s underwear and YouTube.

Cole: Buddy … YouTube is forever.

Lucky: I know. So let’s get this done, OK?

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Cole: Shoot.

Lucky: First question. Where would you take your lady for a hot night out? (Takes a slug of beer.) Man, my idea of hot night is one where we stay in … but I would also go for a little moonlight dancing on a back road and skinny dipping. With a cooler of beer or a little JD.

Cole: I hear you on the cooler full of longnecks. Me and Liza would head out to the farm for a sunset hayride, roast some hot dogs over the fire, eat S’mores and stargaze. And I always have a pile of cozy blankets handy.

Lucky: Have you ever had sex in the first chapter?

Cole: (Grins.) Not since my story was written. Liza cured me of that casual stuff. Didn’t mean anything anyway. It’s kinda embarrassing to say this, but it’s way hotter when it means something.

Lucky: You’ve got it bad, man.

Cole: You don’t?

Lucky: (Smirking.) I’ve never chased anyone like I chased Tay. And let’s just say that catching her was the best time I ever had.

Cole: Hey, stop daydreaming over there. What’s the next question?

Lucky: How about talking dirty. Does that work for you?

Cole: Seriously? That question’s really on there?

Lucky: Yep.

Cole: You go first.

Lucky: I don’t plan to use dirty talk, but if a woman gets off on it, I’m all in. Taylor loves it and gives as good as she gets, and that is so hot. Most of the time it just comes spilling out in the heat of the moment.

Cole: I kinda lean toward tweeting sweet. Liza really loved it when I sent her the one that said, “A girl without freckles is like a night without stars. Wish you were here.”

Lucky: That’s the kind of stuff that leads to the dirty talk! Let’s see … is there a sexy story behind your tattoo?

Cole: (Hiking up the sleeve of his T-shirt.) Mine’s an angel. I got it right after my grandma died to remind me … well, that someone was still looking out for me.

Lucky: Man, I might be tearing up a little over here. Would it be weird if I said that’s a sweet-lookin’ angel?

Cole: A little, yeah.

Lucky: So my tattoos … I’ve got a lot of ink. (Rolls up his short sleeve and points to his biceps.) Lots of tribal, some Hawaiian things. (Touches his left pec.) The Marines insignia and then a Joshua tree along the entire right side of my torso. They all mean something — they’re like a map of my life. I’m going to get one for Tay as soon as I decide on the design.

Cole: Maybe I should get one for Liza.

Lucky: Do it. Nothing says forever like ink.

Cole: (Shakes his head.) Please tell me we’re almost done, and that the last question isn’t boxers or briefs. They know that from my book, and yours are on your cover!

Lucky: (Glances at paper.) What’s your idea of the perfect happily ever after? (Groans.) Man, do those girls have to write romance? Tom Clancy would never ask that question.

Cole: For sure. But he’s not that cute, either.

Lucky: Happy ever after for me is my house on the lake with Taylor. There’s the sweetest little spot in the shade of the trees where she lets me peel off all her clothes and lose myself in her for hours. That’s heaven, my man.

Cole: Can’t disagree with that. Mine’s with Liza, wherever we are — traveling with the Nats, or home on the farm. (Stands, smiles and shakes Lucky’s hand.) Sorry, man. But that homer I crush tonight won’t be for you. Every one I hit is just for Liza. That’s an All-Star happily ever after.